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0 : ee By GEORGE BARR. MGUTGHEON rneys. : r. ey was a middle aged nd iM el "Englisbmnn of the extremely unin compre tative type. He was tall and marrow side In the ent, his broad * back screening hepas much as from the t glances of Freddie was nobly 'attentions to Ka e8 'were devouring her ex- ; face with a greediness that g at have caused her some uneasi miss §f there had not been Something Pleasantly agreeable in his way of do Fiogit "Ygs--faintly," he replied after an and distant, far beyond what is com- | tnouly mcceptéd as biase. Indeed, he . was especially slow or speech, even for an Boglishpen, quite as if it were gp everlasting question with hin whether it was. worth while to-speak Mr. Odell-Carney that be was | favored beyond words. It took Wm fo | long to say anything that if one werg | but moderately bright he could finish the senfence mentally some little time fn advange of the speaker and thus be prepared fo properly appreciate that { which otherwise might have pumeied almost imperceptible conflict between | yy. oqerably. It could not be said, the senses of sight and bearing. "But . how does 'she futend to explain me away? I'll be a dreadful skeleton in her 'closet If it comes to that she is obliged to produce the real Roz- bury, what then?" "She's thought it all out, Roxbury," said Constance severely, but almost dnaudibly. "I'm sure Freddie heard part of what you said. Do be careful She's going to reveal the whole plot & Ars, Odell-Caruey just as soon as Rox bury gives the word, treating it as yery clever and necessary ruse, don you gee. Mrs. Odell-Carney will be fmplgred to aid in the deception for § few flays, and she'll consent, because she's really quite a bit of a sport. Af the peychological moment the Rodneys will be told, That places Mrs. Odell Onrnéy in the position of being am *abettor or accomplice. She's bad the distinction of being a sharer in a most glorious piece of strategy. Don't you seg how charmingly it will all work in the end "What are you two whispering about?" demanded Freddie noisily; patience coming to an 4 ""Wha-what the devil is that to" 'began Brock furipusly. Constance 'brought him up sharp with a warming kick on the ankle. He vowed afters ward that he would carry the mark to his grave. "He's telling me what a nice chap {you are, Freddie" said she sweetly. Brock glared out of the window. Fred- die sniffed scornfully. *"I'my getting sick of this job," growl ©d Brock under his breath, * "I didn't ealealats on"-- . "Now, Roxbury, dear, don't be Dear," she pleaded so gently, her eyes 80 full of appeal, that he fGushod with sudden shame and contrition, | "Forgive me," he said, the old light back into his eyes so strongly that she quivered for an instrat be- fore lowering her own. "I hate that confounded puppy," he explained lame: 13, guarding his voice with a new care If you felt as I do you would too." She laughed In the old way, bat she 'seas not soon to forget that moment "tyvlien panic was so imminent. - M-- don't see how any one can help ng Freddie," she sald without actually knowing why. He stared fied at 'the Danube below. Afier ao Hong silence he said: all tommyret sbout its being ge, isn't 167 She was 'alse looking at the fark Drown, swollen river that has beem '$mmortalized fo song. ['s Heyer bine. It's always a yel 'ocher, it seems to me." however, that Mr. Odell-Carneg wis { ponderons. He was merely effec | tual result of delay. Perhaps itis safe to agree with those who knew him best; they maintained that Odell-Car Dey was a pose, nothing more | His wife was quite the opposite In | Dearly every particular except height and angularity. She was bony apd red faced and opinionated. A few sallow years, witb a rapid, profilgite nobleman had brought her, in widow- hood, to a fine sense of appreciation of | the slow going though tiresomely ul- | practical men of the Odell-Carney type it mattered little that he made poor investment of the money she lid sequestered from bis lordship. He had kept lier in the foreground by essdciat: ing himself with every big venture that interested the financial smart set. "Not- withstanding the fact that he Hever was known to have any money, he was looked upon as a Bnancler of the high- ¢st order, which is saying a great deal fn these unfeeling days of pounds and shillings. Ot course Mrs. Odell-Carney was dressed as all rangy, long limbed Eng lishwomen are prone to dress--ffter a model. peculisily not ber owit 8he looked ridiculously ungraceful along- side the smart, chic American women, and yet not 'ope of them but would have given ber boots to be able to array herself as-one of these. There was ne denying the fact that Mrs. Odell-Oar ney was a " tiptopper," as Mr. Rodney was. only too eager to say. She had the air of 4 born leafler--that is to say, she could be gracious when occasion demanded, without being pat ronizing. In due course of time the Medcrofts and Miss Fowler were presented to the distinguished couple.' 'This ' function was necessssrily delayed mntil Odell; Oarney had time to go into the details of a particularly annoying episode of the afternoon. He was telling tbe sto ry to his friend Rodney, and of course everything wal at a standstill sot] be got through. It seems that Mr. Odeli-Carney felt the need of a nap at 8 o'clock. He gave strict injunctions that there was to be no noise in the halls while he slept and then went into his room and stretched out. Any one who has stop- ped at the Hotel Four Seasons will bave oo dificuity in mecalliig the elec- tric hall bells which serve to attract the chambermaids to given pots it FIEFEESE Hilde £1} 2323 Hi Brnasnts «hore the devil did you get such ideas--eh, wot?" ©Omistakably handsome Fowler sis wre. His expressive "chawmed" was a direct contrast to his ordinary man ser of acknowledging an introduction.' "Mr. Medcroft is the famous archi- tect, you know," explained the envious Mrs. Rodney. "Oh, yes, 1 'know," drawled Mr. Ddell-Carney. "You American archi wets are doing great things, 'pon my wal" he added luminousty, Brock stuck his' eyeglass fn tighter and bem- ned: with raucous precision. Mrs. Medcroft stiffened percgptibly. "Ob, but he's Roxbury Mederoft, the great English architect!" cried Mrs. Rodney in some little confusion. Ddell-Carney suddenly remembered. He glared hard at Brock. The Rod: seys saw signs of disaster. "Oh, by Jovel Are you thé fellow who put those new winfows fu the Obaueer Memorial hall? "Pon me soul! Are you the man who did that?" There was no mistaking his manner. He was distinctly annoyed. Brock faced the storm coolly for bis friend Medcroft's sake. "I am Rox- pury Medcroft, if that's what mean, Mr, Odell-Carney." - "] know you're Medcroft, but, hang it all, wot I asked was, did you design those windows? 'Gad, sir, they're the mughing sensation of the age. Where the devil did you get such ideas--eh, wot?" His wife bad calmly, diplo matically intervened.' "I hate that man" said Mrs. Med troft to ber supposed husband a few minutes later. There was a ted in her cheeks, and she was breath- ing quickly. Brock gave 8p embai rassed laugh and mentioned sumething sndibly about a "stupid ass." The entire party left on the following day for Innsbruck, wheré Mr. Rodney already had reserved the better part of & whole fipor for himself and guests, Mr, Odell:Carney. before they-left Mu- sich, bronght himself to the point of apologizing to Brock for his peppery remarks. = He was very sorry and all that, tnd be hoped they'd be friends; but the windows were atrociots, there Was to getting around that His wife smoothed it over with Edith by confid- ing to ber the Tamentdble truth" that or Odell-Carney hadn't the remotest "Hér &llentéle séoms to Dave gro of itself in the same mysterious 3 in which she comducts her business SE Those who have benefited by herds gifts are only too ready to Hi her, but at the same time apparently: very reluctant to go into amy detallss about her methods, her charges her personal lif, as if they ° afraid to offend 'her. # In fact, there seems to-be, respect, a sot of freem: amongst them. 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